I wish I knew wish button to pushThen I'd know how to please youIt's sad but trueSo I'll just listen in down the lineWhile you're busy mixing grape with grainTo sedate your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tellHow many times can you describe your living hell?

The sweeping gesture creates a fussIt's only useful when receiving praiseRelieving no-ones painIf you'd let somebody love you just enoughYou'd have everything you'd need to breakFree from all your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tellHow many times can you describe your living hell?